Monday, May 9, 2011
Closed for now
I'm so very sorry, but I have to close this blog, at least for now. I can't work full time, write my own novel, have a social life, exercise, and write a blog. Something has to give. I'm sorry. :(
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
How to map out a scene + questions!
I'm having a lot of trouble writing chapter 3, part 2, which is why it has taken me so long to post. I finally realized what the problem is: I have too much going on in this scene and I haven't thought it all out properly. So here's a sample of what I call a scene map, which covers the main events, mood, and character and plot developments that I want to cover in the scene. Following that are some questions for you.
Chapter 3, part 2 scene map
I'm picturing scene 3-2 as a conversation between Cy and Raine. It's a quiet, almost mellow scene set in Raine's living room. They're both exhausted, although Raine does a pretty good job of hiding it. And they both feel extremely awkward, Cy because he doesn't understand why Raine's being so nice to him and Raine for several reasons that will be revealed in scene 3-3.
This scene has to do a lot for our story:
1) Shape Cy into a dynamic character who interests our readers as much as Auggie, Raine, and Moxie.
Thus far, we've portrayed Cy as a victim both of the attempted murder and the prejudice against hybrids. We've also portrayed him as a kind but angsty young man, a bit cynical but with some spunk. But this is not enough to compete with Auggie, Raine, and Moxie on the interest scale. So going into chapter 3, readers probably feel sorry for Cy and have some interest in his situation, but otherwise don't feel of anything much for him. Scene 3-1 showed some of his vulnerability and emotions, which probably made readers feel partial to him, protective even, as it casts him firmly into the role of the underdog. Readers are prepped at this point to make their decision about whether or not they like him. Scene 3-2 has to put him into the "like" category of course. More importantly though, we need to give his character depth to throw him into the "interesting" category.
2) Play on what our readers know and what our characters don't, and vice versa.
Our readers know that Raine is an assassin who has taken a particular interest in Cy's mechanical arm. They know that he sees the arm as a harbinger of disaster, but they don't know what he intends to do about it. They also know that Auggie, who is himself a hard-ass, is afraid of Raine. And Cy doesn't know any of this, so readers think that he's walking into a lion's den unaware.
Meanwhile, readers don't know any of Raine's motivations. He does several uncharacteristic acts of kindness towards Cy in this scene, and his bad-ass demeanor cracks as he also shows several moments of awkwardness. Plus it's hard to be a bad-ass when you're padding around your living room in bare feet.
3) Clear up two perplexing little details that readers may remember from chapter 1.
Chapter 3, part 2 scene map
I'm picturing scene 3-2 as a conversation between Cy and Raine. It's a quiet, almost mellow scene set in Raine's living room. They're both exhausted, although Raine does a pretty good job of hiding it. And they both feel extremely awkward, Cy because he doesn't understand why Raine's being so nice to him and Raine for several reasons that will be revealed in scene 3-3.
This scene has to do a lot for our story:
1) Shape Cy into a dynamic character who interests our readers as much as Auggie, Raine, and Moxie.
Thus far, we've portrayed Cy as a victim both of the attempted murder and the prejudice against hybrids. We've also portrayed him as a kind but angsty young man, a bit cynical but with some spunk. But this is not enough to compete with Auggie, Raine, and Moxie on the interest scale. So going into chapter 3, readers probably feel sorry for Cy and have some interest in his situation, but otherwise don't feel of anything much for him. Scene 3-1 showed some of his vulnerability and emotions, which probably made readers feel partial to him, protective even, as it casts him firmly into the role of the underdog. Readers are prepped at this point to make their decision about whether or not they like him. Scene 3-2 has to put him into the "like" category of course. More importantly though, we need to give his character depth to throw him into the "interesting" category.
2) Play on what our readers know and what our characters don't, and vice versa.
Our readers know that Raine is an assassin who has taken a particular interest in Cy's mechanical arm. They know that he sees the arm as a harbinger of disaster, but they don't know what he intends to do about it. They also know that Auggie, who is himself a hard-ass, is afraid of Raine. And Cy doesn't know any of this, so readers think that he's walking into a lion's den unaware.
Meanwhile, readers don't know any of Raine's motivations. He does several uncharacteristic acts of kindness towards Cy in this scene, and his bad-ass demeanor cracks as he also shows several moments of awkwardness. Plus it's hard to be a bad-ass when you're padding around your living room in bare feet.
3) Clear up two perplexing little details that readers may remember from chapter 1.
- Cy was bound when he woke up
- Cy remembered Raine's voice when he thought about the attack toward the end of scene 1-1. Readers don't know at this point if he forgot that when he fell unconscious again or if he was so desperate to have the metal removed that he went to Raine for help despite the memory.
- That Cy was starting to turn into one of the sluagh (the Damned Host) and the darkness he's been feeling, which he thought was from the metal, as well as his uncharacteristic anger and the impulse in chapter 1 to hit Moxie are all from the turning. Raine called him back (hence the memory of Raine's voice), but part of him is now sluagh.
- That Cy's human blood didn't protect him from the turning and it should have. This is a clue about the Steam Generator powering up and making magic stronger.
- Why Raine attached the metal parts when he knew Cy would hate them: he wanted Cy to live. Some of the pieces Cy needed to live, like the piece that replaces the shattered portions of his skull and ribs. The arm and eye were because Raine, long-lived creature that he is, thinks long term: there was no point in saving Cy now only to have him starve to death later because he couldn't work.
- Raine's opinion of Moxie and his impression that she's deceiving Cy. This is a hint at Moxie's promise.
- I have an image in my head in which Cy's curious nature peeks out, and he shows his curiosity about Raine's faerie marks (the gashes on his arms). Cy wants to touch them, but doesn't dare ask. Raine guesses his desire and kneels by Cy's chair, offering his arm to Cy. Cy is completely humbled, and it's at this point that Cy asks Raine why he's being so nice to him. Raine's response (a half-truth) is that it's because Cy offers him no hostility so he has no reason to push back (which explains his statement about "pushing back" that confused Auggie in chapter two). This develops into a quick explanation of how faerie marks work in our story: the marks are usually related to the faerie's power. (This begs the question "What is Cy's power?", something to develop later in the story.) Next it flows into a brief explanation of what happened to Cy's other faerie arm, which we hinted at in chapter 1. Cy's mother, unable to stand the sight of her half-fey child, cut it off when Cy was an infant. She didn't take the other one because Cy's cries in his sidhe voice were too much for her to handle. (This not only gives the reader a pretty good idea of what Cy's life has been like, but it also shows how deep the prejudice against hybrids runs, which sets us up for one of Raine's revelations in the next scene. Btw, for those of you who are counting, yes, Cy has lost three limbs to date.)
- This isn't revealed until scene 3-3, but the reason that Raine's being so kind to Cy, and the reason that he saved Cy's life when it might have been kinder to let him die, is that Cy is Raine's half-brother. This means a lot to Raine because the rest of his family is dead. To keep this from being cliche, I'm also throwing in that most of the people Raine assassinates, by order of the faerie king, are hybrids. He's disobeying his king to save Cy. He's also tortured by the question of how many of his own brothers and sisters he has killed.
- Do you have any ideas or desires for what we should put into Cy's character to make him more dynamic and interesting? Even small details help (like Auggie's obscene number of pockets and fidgeting habit).
- Do you want to develop the dynamic between Raine and the faerie king any further? The king, btw, is King Finvarra, Lord of the Dead (aka sluagh)? I'm adding this dynamic in for several reasons, including: 1) as a red herring for the villains in our story, 2) as a threat to Cy, 3) as back story to develop Raine's character.
- Any other comments or suggestions are also welcome!
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Chapter 3, part 1
Cy stared at his reflection in the dark window. His new metal eye was the most intricate piece of machinery he had ever seen, and the smallest: it matched his other eye in size. Minuscule silver and copper pieces twisted as he moved his gaze, adjusting the tiny red lens to focus his vision. Why the steamwright had chosen red glass confused him until a flash of lightning illuminated the street, giving him a better look. The lens was cut from a clear red gem, not a ruby, but the light faded to fast for him to determine anything more. How in the hell had Moxie been able to afford this? They barely had enough money left over to eat after buying the parts for Moxie's work and paying the oppressive taxes charged by the Republic. What had she done to save him?
Cy pulled his coat closer around him, as if that could ease the guilt constricting his chest. He owed Moxie so much more than an apology. What kind of a fool condemns his lover for saving his life? Expecting her to understand how horrific these metal parts were to him was asinine. To Moxie, metal and machines were the answer to everything. She had never been burned by touching iron or steel, nor could she feel the constant, discordant energy of this metal city thrumming in her bones. She ordered her world into nice, neat rows of logic and reason while Cy, like all fey, was ruled by instinct and emotion. And right now, every instinct he possessed was screaming at him to rip the metal from his body. He felt like it was poisoning him, burning him, twisting him into something dark and unnatural. He knew that wasn't true--at least, he didn't think it was--but his faerie instincts wouldn't listen. As it was, he could barely resist the urge to claw at the metal. Were he a full-blooded fey, he would have been screaming and tearing at the parts, desperate to remove them. Moxie didn't understand that. She treated him like he was human, but he wasn't.
A shaped copper plate surrounded that awful metal eye, replacing his brow, cheekbone, and temple. Cy scraped his fingertips across it then clenched his fist and forced it back down to his side. He sighed and leaned his forehead against the cool glass. His breath fogged the window. "Mox," he whispered, "how could you do this to me?"
"She didn't. I did." Cy whirled. A tall, beautiful sidhe stood behind him, just under the eaves that covered the porch. How had Cy not heard him approach? He heard everything, even the petal-soft footsteps of the fey. He felt six kinds of stupid to be caught here unaware. The sidhe pushed back the hood of his cloak, revealing the sheen of silver hair and perfect, blood-red eyes. Cy flinched beneath that proud, mocking gaze. "Why you are standing at my door, Cypher Nahuel?" the sidhe asked. His lips twitched. "One might mistake you for a stray wanting to be let in."
Heat suffused Cy's cheeks. Of course the braider would choose that image. That was how Cy always felt around the sidhe: like a stray--with fleas. He only wanted to understand them, to finally grasp that alien part of himself, but they went out of their way to avoid him. It was nice to know this sidhe was no different. At least now Cy knew where he stood.
He wrapped his arms around his chest then felt the metal arm inside its sleeve. He dropped the machine to his side again in revulsion. Raine's gaze tracked the movement. "Look, I know I disgust you," Cy began, "but--"
Raine's nostrils flared. "I did not say that." The sharpness in his tone scraped Cy's skin. Cy touched his cheek, expecting to find blood--when he spoke that sharply, people bled--but there was none.
"You didn't have to," Cy said softly, dropping his gaze. The sidhe liked to feel superior. Hell, they were superior, and though it galled him to acknowledge it, Cy was desperate enough to do so. "But please, the metal, can you remove it?"
Raine didn't answer at first. He shifted his weight and the wind caught his cloak. Cy was surprised to see that the sidhe's fists were clenched. He glanced up, but instead of the rage he expected, Raine looked... awkward. Like there was so much he wanted to say, but he didn't know where to begin. His gaze danced over Cy's face. "You don't disgust me, Cypher Nahuel," he finally said. Then he turned away in one of those lightning-fast movements that so disturbed their human neighbors. Had Cy not been so shocked by his words, he would have smiled. Raine wasn't trying to play human with him, and he wasn't disgusted by Cy's mixed blood. It felt odd. And good. So good. Cy could pretend for just a moment that this sidhe thought of him as kin.
But he knew that was a lie, and the fey didn't lie, not even to themselves. Raine's hand touched the bone latch on the door. Crushed, Cy stepped back out into the rain. Now what was he going to do? He tried to stop himself from stating the obvious, it was such a human thing to do, but he couldn't help himself. "So you won't help me then?" he said. Rain pattered down on him. The acidity and soot from the factories stung his skin. Don't beg, he told himself. Do not beg. But the words slipped out anyway. "Please? I can pay you. I mean... I don't have the money right now, but I'll find a way. Whatever it costs, I--"
Raine opened the door then looked back at him with a frown. Confusion danced across his achingly beautiful features. "You won't come inside?" he asked."This unnatural rain hurts my skin. Does it not hurt yours?"
Cy stared at him, speechless. Was this sidhe inviting him in? He couldn't believe it. He couldn't even bring himself to ask; he was too ashamed at the possibility that he might be wrong. The sidhe would laugh at him, be disgusted or worse, offended. One did not insult a full-blooded sidhe and hope to keep one's limbs intact. "Yes," Cy finally said. "It hurts."
Raine's frown deepened then his eyes lit with understanding. Emotions skittered across his face to fast to follow, but they ended in sadness. "You are welcome in my home, Cypher Nahuel," he said softly. "Please, come in."
Cy pulled his coat closer around him, as if that could ease the guilt constricting his chest. He owed Moxie so much more than an apology. What kind of a fool condemns his lover for saving his life? Expecting her to understand how horrific these metal parts were to him was asinine. To Moxie, metal and machines were the answer to everything. She had never been burned by touching iron or steel, nor could she feel the constant, discordant energy of this metal city thrumming in her bones. She ordered her world into nice, neat rows of logic and reason while Cy, like all fey, was ruled by instinct and emotion. And right now, every instinct he possessed was screaming at him to rip the metal from his body. He felt like it was poisoning him, burning him, twisting him into something dark and unnatural. He knew that wasn't true--at least, he didn't think it was--but his faerie instincts wouldn't listen. As it was, he could barely resist the urge to claw at the metal. Were he a full-blooded fey, he would have been screaming and tearing at the parts, desperate to remove them. Moxie didn't understand that. She treated him like he was human, but he wasn't.
A shaped copper plate surrounded that awful metal eye, replacing his brow, cheekbone, and temple. Cy scraped his fingertips across it then clenched his fist and forced it back down to his side. He sighed and leaned his forehead against the cool glass. His breath fogged the window. "Mox," he whispered, "how could you do this to me?"
"She didn't. I did." Cy whirled. A tall, beautiful sidhe stood behind him, just under the eaves that covered the porch. How had Cy not heard him approach? He heard everything, even the petal-soft footsteps of the fey. He felt six kinds of stupid to be caught here unaware. The sidhe pushed back the hood of his cloak, revealing the sheen of silver hair and perfect, blood-red eyes. Cy flinched beneath that proud, mocking gaze. "Why you are standing at my door, Cypher Nahuel?" the sidhe asked. His lips twitched. "One might mistake you for a stray wanting to be let in."
Heat suffused Cy's cheeks. Of course the braider would choose that image. That was how Cy always felt around the sidhe: like a stray--with fleas. He only wanted to understand them, to finally grasp that alien part of himself, but they went out of their way to avoid him. It was nice to know this sidhe was no different. At least now Cy knew where he stood.
He wrapped his arms around his chest then felt the metal arm inside its sleeve. He dropped the machine to his side again in revulsion. Raine's gaze tracked the movement. "Look, I know I disgust you," Cy began, "but--"
Raine's nostrils flared. "I did not say that." The sharpness in his tone scraped Cy's skin. Cy touched his cheek, expecting to find blood--when he spoke that sharply, people bled--but there was none.
"You didn't have to," Cy said softly, dropping his gaze. The sidhe liked to feel superior. Hell, they were superior, and though it galled him to acknowledge it, Cy was desperate enough to do so. "But please, the metal, can you remove it?"
Raine didn't answer at first. He shifted his weight and the wind caught his cloak. Cy was surprised to see that the sidhe's fists were clenched. He glanced up, but instead of the rage he expected, Raine looked... awkward. Like there was so much he wanted to say, but he didn't know where to begin. His gaze danced over Cy's face. "You don't disgust me, Cypher Nahuel," he finally said. Then he turned away in one of those lightning-fast movements that so disturbed their human neighbors. Had Cy not been so shocked by his words, he would have smiled. Raine wasn't trying to play human with him, and he wasn't disgusted by Cy's mixed blood. It felt odd. And good. So good. Cy could pretend for just a moment that this sidhe thought of him as kin.
But he knew that was a lie, and the fey didn't lie, not even to themselves. Raine's hand touched the bone latch on the door. Crushed, Cy stepped back out into the rain. Now what was he going to do? He tried to stop himself from stating the obvious, it was such a human thing to do, but he couldn't help himself. "So you won't help me then?" he said. Rain pattered down on him. The acidity and soot from the factories stung his skin. Don't beg, he told himself. Do not beg. But the words slipped out anyway. "Please? I can pay you. I mean... I don't have the money right now, but I'll find a way. Whatever it costs, I--"
Raine opened the door then looked back at him with a frown. Confusion danced across his achingly beautiful features. "You won't come inside?" he asked."This unnatural rain hurts my skin. Does it not hurt yours?"
Cy stared at him, speechless. Was this sidhe inviting him in? He couldn't believe it. He couldn't even bring himself to ask; he was too ashamed at the possibility that he might be wrong. The sidhe would laugh at him, be disgusted or worse, offended. One did not insult a full-blooded sidhe and hope to keep one's limbs intact. "Yes," Cy finally said. "It hurts."
Raine's frown deepened then his eyes lit with understanding. Emotions skittered across his face to fast to follow, but they ended in sadness. "You are welcome in my home, Cypher Nahuel," he said softly. "Please, come in."
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Sneak peek of chapter 3
Cy stared at his reflection in the dark window. The metal eye was the most intricate piece of machinery he had ever seen, far more advanced than even Moxie's inventions or the ground-breaking steam tech he helped Auggy steal. The tiny machine matched his other eye in size. Minuscule silver and copper pieces twisted as he moved his gaze, adjusting the tiny red lens to focus his vision. He didn't understand why the steamwright had chosen red glass until a flash of lightning illuminated the street, giving him a better look. The lens was cut from a clear red gem, the likes of which Cy had never seen before. How the hell had Moxie been able to afford this? They didn't have that kind of money. They barely had enough left over to eat after buying the parts for Moxie's work and paying the oppressive taxes charged by the Republic. What had she done or promised in order to save him?
Guilt stabbed him, tightening his chest. He pulled his coat closer around him, as if that could stop the pain. He owed Moxie so much more than an apology. What kind of a fool condemns his lover for saving his life? He shouldn't have expected her to understand how horrific these metal parts were to him. To her, metal and machines were the answer to everything. She operated on logic and reason while Cy, like all fey, was ruled by instinct and emotion. And right now, every instinct he possessed was screaming at him to rip the metal away from his body. He felt like it was poisoning him, burning him, twisting him into something dark and unnatural. He knew that wasn't true--at least, he didn't think it was--but his faerie instincts wouldn't listen to reason. As it was, he could barely resist the urge to claw at the metal. Were he a full-blooded fey, he would have been screaming and tearing at the parts, desperate to remove them. Moxie didn't understand that. She treated him like he was human, but he wasn't, not entirely.
A shaped copper plate surrounded that awful metal eye, replacing his brow, cheekbone, and temple. Cy scraped his fingertips across it then clenched his fist and forced it back down to his side. He sighed and leaned his forehead against the cool glass. His breath fogged the window. "Mox," he whispered, shaking his head. "How could you do this to me?"
"She didn't. I did." Cy whirled. A tall, beautiful sidhe stood behind him, just under the eaves that covered the porch. The faerie pushed back the hood of his cloak, revealing the sheen of silver hair and blood-red eyes. Cy flinched beneath that proud, mocking gaze. "Why you are standing at my door, Cypher Nahuel?" the sidhe asked. His tone was sharp and cutting, and the magic in it hurt Cy's skin. "As if you are nothing but a stray dog waiting to be let in."
[To be continued]
Guilt stabbed him, tightening his chest. He pulled his coat closer around him, as if that could stop the pain. He owed Moxie so much more than an apology. What kind of a fool condemns his lover for saving his life? He shouldn't have expected her to understand how horrific these metal parts were to him. To her, metal and machines were the answer to everything. She operated on logic and reason while Cy, like all fey, was ruled by instinct and emotion. And right now, every instinct he possessed was screaming at him to rip the metal away from his body. He felt like it was poisoning him, burning him, twisting him into something dark and unnatural. He knew that wasn't true--at least, he didn't think it was--but his faerie instincts wouldn't listen to reason. As it was, he could barely resist the urge to claw at the metal. Were he a full-blooded fey, he would have been screaming and tearing at the parts, desperate to remove them. Moxie didn't understand that. She treated him like he was human, but he wasn't, not entirely.
A shaped copper plate surrounded that awful metal eye, replacing his brow, cheekbone, and temple. Cy scraped his fingertips across it then clenched his fist and forced it back down to his side. He sighed and leaned his forehead against the cool glass. His breath fogged the window. "Mox," he whispered, shaking his head. "How could you do this to me?"
"She didn't. I did." Cy whirled. A tall, beautiful sidhe stood behind him, just under the eaves that covered the porch. The faerie pushed back the hood of his cloak, revealing the sheen of silver hair and blood-red eyes. Cy flinched beneath that proud, mocking gaze. "Why you are standing at my door, Cypher Nahuel?" the sidhe asked. His tone was sharp and cutting, and the magic in it hurt Cy's skin. "As if you are nothing but a stray dog waiting to be let in."
[To be continued]
Status update
I'm working on chapter three, but probably won't have it done for a few days yet. The bronchitis came back and took me down for most of the week. Seriously, if not for the coughing, you'd have thought I had mono. Fortunately, the antibiotics have kicked in and I'm almost up to snuff now. My lungs are even staying where they're supposed to be. Ah, the little things in life that bring us so much joy...
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Cy's mechanical parts - sketches
I completed a rough sketch of Cy's mechanical arm and the copper plating that shows on his face. I decided to go with something similar to the "Cyborg Eye" shown below for his mechanical eye. I love the idea of his eye being made up of tiny, intricate clockwork parts. I didn't give him the ability to close the eye because it didn't fit with the image I have of him in my head. Maybe we'll use the eye that doesn't close as a metaphor for him losing his innocence or something.
Anyway, here are the aspects that we've revealed in our written story thus far, followed by my working images.
Anyway, here are the aspects that we've revealed in our written story thus far, followed by my working images.
- Left eye replaced with a red mechanical eye. Eye does not close on its own.
- Left jaw, teeth, cheekbone, and part of skull were shattered and replaced with copper. Skin covers the metal bones in his face.
- Left arm replaced by a "complicated mess of gears, pistons, and copper plates." Fingers are "slender metal bits with rolling joints and rubber tips" and they move via a "symphony of rods." Large cylinder and piston apparatus traverses the outer side of the elbow, joining the upper and lower parts. His mechanical shoulder is a complicated set of joints that allow for mobility while also protecting a small vat of diamond glass completely filled with blood. Tendrils of rubber tubing, pulsing with blood, extend from the vat and embed themselves into the flesh at the base of his neck.
- Rippled plates of metal replace the left side of his ribcage from his arm down to his stomach.
I decided to go with an eye similar to the image below because I liked the idea of intricate little parts.
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| "Cyborg Eye," origin unknown |
Cy's mechanical eye
Side question: I named Cypher after Terry Goodkind's Richard Cypher, but I just now realized that Cy also could be short for Cyborg. (Sometimes I'm a little slow.) Darn it. So do we keep the name Cy or rename him? If so, what should his new name be?
Meanwhile...
The next scene in our novel finally describes Cy's mechanical eye, as he sees his reflection for the first time since the attack. This has to be good, something unique and memorable. How are you picturing his new eye? Do you have any ideas? Thus far, the only description in our story is that the part of the eye through which Cy sees is red and that he does not have an eyelid with which to cover the eye. (It may actually have a cover should we choose to give him one, but it will have to be manually operated.)
While looking for imagery to spur my creativity, I found an awesome drawing that's reminiscent of the character development that I have planned for Cy. (Why yes, I do want him to become a badass. A nice badass, but a badass nonetheless.)
While we're at it, here's another image that I'm using as a focus for Cy and Moxie, as they would be probably about half to 2/3 of the way through the novel, once they become allies/lovers again.
I want Cy to retain some of the ethereal beauty of the fey, regardless of how mechanical he becomes because: 1) I think it's a nice juxtaposition to his increasingly mechanical body and also to the grittiness that his character will develop as he loses his more youthful innocence, and 2) to appeal to female readers. (You gotta have a handsome hero; it's just more fun that way.)
Some of the images that I've collected for inspiration for his mechanical eye follow.
Meanwhile...
The next scene in our novel finally describes Cy's mechanical eye, as he sees his reflection for the first time since the attack. This has to be good, something unique and memorable. How are you picturing his new eye? Do you have any ideas? Thus far, the only description in our story is that the part of the eye through which Cy sees is red and that he does not have an eyelid with which to cover the eye. (It may actually have a cover should we choose to give him one, but it will have to be manually operated.)
While looking for imagery to spur my creativity, I found an awesome drawing that's reminiscent of the character development that I have planned for Cy. (Why yes, I do want him to become a badass. A nice badass, but a badass nonetheless.)
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| "Torbor", http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/barton-town/blood-promises/t.68591571_46/ |
While we're at it, here's another image that I'm using as a focus for Cy and Moxie, as they would be probably about half to 2/3 of the way through the novel, once they become allies/lovers again.
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| "Gravity of Love" from Magna Carta |
Some of the images that I've collected for inspiration for his mechanical eye follow.
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| "Cyborg and Human Relations," http://wallpaper-s.org/20__Cyborg_and_Human_Relations.htm |
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| "Cyborg Eye," origin unknown |
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| "Cyborg Soldier," origin unknown |
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| http://fileitt.site11.com/images/uploadinta.php?page=5 |
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| "Cyborg Eye" by Marianne Little, http://www.flickr.com/photos/27764102@N02/5540391463/ |
Please share your ideas and opinions! Should we keep the name Cy? How should his mechanical eye look?
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